Dashing Student Chapter 1335: Battle of Body Cultivation

Lu Xingmian's form resembled a blazing comet, emitting intense radiance while he surged ahead, his savage might whipping up a gale that ripped through the clouds above.

The raging energy made his frame swell abruptly, veins throbbing across his skin's surface, as he launched a punch that boomed like thunder, evoking the fury of an earthquake!

"Here you come!"

Excitement sparked across Chen Nan's face when the "Mountain and Sea Spirit Casting Record" ignited, expanding his physique by three feet, while a colossal Demon Clan specter materialized in the empty space behind him.

Confronting the brutal force, he countered with his own strike, the rush of air from his fist thundering loudly.

Boom!

Their fists smashed together with savage intensity, hurling both warriors backward in unison.

The moment they connected, Lu Xingmian's heart jolted, as he realized his strength matched Chen Nan's precisely, even with four realms of advantage over him.

Were they equal in realm, defeat would be his inevitable fate.

This thought ignited even greater fury within him: "How could I possibly lose to you?"

Lu Xingmian bellowed at the heavens, pulling in endless demonic qi, his presence exploding upward, black markings spreading across his flesh.

Simultaneously, his dark hair lengthened ferociously, dancing in the breeze, his eyes flashing crimson, rendering him a savage, monstrous sight.

The spectacle drew terrified shrieks from many demon cultivators, who recognized the horror of Lu Xingmian in this condition.

"It’s over, Lu Tianjiao has unleashed ’Demon Arrival,’ that technique strikes without mercy for allies or enemies."

"I’ve heard Lu Tianjiao once used this to endure assaults from Nascent Soul Realm masters, horrifying to the extreme!"

"Now the Righteous Alliance’s people are finished, we should withdraw at once!"

Whispers of alarm spread, prompting all demon cultivators to fall back rapidly; without strict orders, they would have abandoned Ten Thousand Treasures Island entirely.

The encirclement ceased as well, with no one daring to push closer.

The murmurs inevitably reached Chen Nan's ears; eyeing the distant, beastly Lu Xingmian, he offered a subtle grin: "Demon Arrival? It appears as a mere forbidden art that erodes sanity, fitting for demon cultivators."

Devoid of reason, people and beasts merge into one.

Chen Nan’s ’Taotie Technique’ likewise strips away rationality, yet from his early cultivation days, he pursued countermeasures, leading him to Yama Hall for the ’Heaven-Slaying Art’.

In that instant, Lu Xingmian's figure vanished from sight, shrinking Chen Nan's pupils in surprise, for he discerned it was no true vanishing but astonishing velocity.

Indeed, the very second this dawned on him, Lu Xingmian loomed before him, his extended leg whipping out like an iron scourge, the air detonating with a resonant crack.

Chen Nan scarcely managed to hoist his arms in guard, his body lashed cruelly away, plowing a profound groove in the soil before slamming into a massive stone to halt.

Rising to his feet, a sharp pang shot through his arm, showing the strike's severity—even with Jiao Long Armor, injury had been inflicted.

Lu Xingmian pressed the assault without pause, denying Chen Nan any recovery, reduced to a ravenous predator bent on relentless onslaught.

Punches rained down unceasingly, engulfing Chen Nan, as onlookers glimpsed only fleeting phantoms and fractured earth, billowing dust clouds expanding dramatically.

From the ramparts of Ten Thousand Treasures City, witnessing the intense duel between Chen Nan and Lu Xingmian, all spectators inhaled sharply in awe.

"This fellow is truly so mighty, managing to overwhelm Jue Mingzi?" Deng Yunhe blurted in astonishment, filled with deep concern.

Given their shared hardships, it was uncommon for Chen Nan to be cornered, particularly in direct confrontations.

Xin Zi mulled it over briefly, then smacked his palms together: "If I’m correct, that must be Lu Xingmian, a Tianjiao from the Demon Sect, possessing an extraordinarily tough constitution."

"Against such an opponent, Jue Mingzi could be in peril."

Ning Yu stared unblinkingly at the chaos, her voice steady and resolute: "He won’t face danger, I trust in him!"

Right then, the battlefield underwent a sudden shift.

The rampaging Lu Xingmian was flung back hundreds of feet in an instant, while the constantly suppressed Chen Nan abruptly rose upright.

"Warm-up’s over."

Chen Nan stretched his limbs, his body emitting "crackling" sounds, before invoking "Heavenly Fox Form," "Dragon Elephant Form," and "Demon Ape Form" in tandem.

His already massive build ballooned further to one zhang in height, his features turning more fiendish, maintaining a humanoid frame yet with talon-like hands, exuding a hazardous presence.

A deafening thud echoed as he slammed the ground, catapulting his form like a shot from a cannon, imprinting a trail of Seven Stars outlines in the dirt.

Though Lu Xingmian was quick, Chen Nan proved quicker still.

In the span of a heartbeat, Chen Nan materialized in front of Lu Xingmian, equally merciless, his fists descending in a swift barrage, weaving a dense snare.

Mirroring the prior style of assault, absent any grand or arcane magics, just primal melee—yet now Chen Nan displayed greater brutality and ferocity than Lu Xingmian had earlier!

Rumbling!

Lu Xingmian retreated under the nonstop barrage, the terrain disintegrating, two peaks even pulverized by the gales from Chen Nan’s punches, the sheer might stunning the demon cultivators into silence.

"Is Lu Tianjiao being overpowered?"

"How’s it possible, how can he surpass Lu Tianjiao?"

"He’s only at Golden Core Realm Fifth Level!"

The demon cultivators sensed doom descending, for despite the immense cultivation divide, he was still getting pummeled, birthing profound terror in their midst.

In Lu Xingmian's stead, a lone blow would surely shatter them.

Lu Xingmian struck back fiercely, employing fists, limbs, and even his cranium as tools of war, the pair clashing from the firmament to the soil, from the land to the waves.

Their trail evoked the end of days!

A further subdued clash resounded, their fists colliding with wild force before they parted anew.

Lu Xingmian ground his teeth, growling hoarsely, his eyes brimming with blood, rationality all but vanished, his thoughts narrowed to a single drive.

Slay the adversary across from him!

To fulfill it, he chased amplified might, consuming his lifespan and essential blood!

Crimson glow enveloped him, fiercer energy surging heavenward, stirring dread in all who sensed its pulse.

Even a minor stir unleashed that prodigious force, splintering the ground, space itself quaking as though on the verge of rupture.

Lu Xingmian barreled toward Chen Nan at blistering pace.

"Die!"